Red Room Where the Writers Are

pleasure from pain
why do they cry?? because they are weak..
sometimes life is too much to take,
but a living body against mine
no, you, are a pervert
i, am powerful, i am a naked soul, but i am not blind
let my finger tips feel the back of this life
because they are sure of what to be found
scars are pounding, they long to hurt
touch and scream, magnificent, much for little,
pleasure from pain, pain from a touch
you think it is caress, but you are fooled, just as she is, you see,
never to be trusted, always she is trusted
her self in danger, but she will save the world
an uncovered soul against mine, leading kindness,
leading to safety, security,
a heart beating against mine,
no, you, are insane,
i, am truthful, i see, i tell,
i lie, but i know the truth...
i lie so i am not an angel anymore..
it all leads but to the ocean
who can tell holy blessed water from tears?
does he ever sleep?? sleep is what the Sleeping can't do..
if you sleep, you will drown, in the ocean of tenderness,
it is forbidden for the living...
it is confusing, but destiny it is, pleasure from pain, and pain from pleasure...